(Chapter originally written by Phantomstriker)
The pink-haired giantess paused, seconds away from flicking the last bit of toilet paper into the bowl and then flushing. Frowning cutely, she glanced tentatively around her, then peered down into the toilet bowl. Her own shadow blocking some of the light, she was just about to pass off what she’d heard as nothing, until her eyes finally locked onto your barely visible, weary, battered form.
“O…M…G…” Avery’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and her jaw dropped lower than you’d seen it drop before. A faint pink flush of embarrassment filled her cheeks as the airheaded girl actually realized what she’d done, as well as connected the dots from the ‘delicious little man’ cookie from the previous day.
Not really sure how to respond in this ludicrous, grotesque, and almost morbidly comical situation, you merely waved at her. “Um…hey! Little help?”
*****
Avery had, admittedly, not been brave enough to free you from your fate, instead running screaming to go get Morgan and Quinn. They’d each come to see you, crinkling their noses in reaction to the stench wafting from the toilet bowl, and in the end it had been Quinn who’d knelt beside the bowl and dangled some dental floss inside for you to pull yourself to safety.
You’d then been passed to Morgan, who had dutifully scrubbed you clean for twenty straight minutes in the sink, wiping every last speck of excrement and other gross debris from your body. It was fairly embarrassing to be handled so intensely by Morgan, especially considering Avery’s stomach acid had melted your clothes to ashes, leaving you buck naked in her hand. Still, you appreciated her kind gesture.
Afterward, Avery brought you some fresh clothes from your belongings, consisting of a warm and fuzzy pair of red pants and a matching red shirt. She’d also lightly spritzed you with a Christmas-themed perfume from her room to leave you smelling fresh and devoid of the many horrid smells your trip through Avery had left you with.
You had then sat in Quinn’s palm and explained all the incidents from the previous day, in meticulous detail at their insistence. Talking about Quinn trapping you under the kneading dough brought a frustrated frown to her face. Mentioning Morgan almost bisecting you with the mold cutter caused small tears to well up in her eyes. And, of course, describing in detail your unfortunate trip through Avery crashed the pink-haired girl’s cheery mood entirely.
At your request, Quinn laid you down upstairs to rest, and then returned to the living room. All three of your roommates were sulking and depressed, each feeling responsible for the torment you’d been through. Your Christmas had been ruined, and even though it was mostly cruel fate that should be blamed, they had each technically played a part. However, as Quinn’s eyes spotted the unopened presents addressed to you still lying under the tree, she was filled with hardened determination.
Scooping up the presents and depositing them on the coffee table, Quinn looked the Sinclair sisters in the eyes. “This isn’t right. Hunter doesn’t deserve to have his Christmas ruined because of us. We’re doing this again.”
Morgan furrowed her brow. “Again? Doing what again?”
“Christmas, or at least the Christmas experience.” Quinn gestured vaguely. “It’s the least the three of us can do for the dude. Right?”
Morgan chewed on that thought, then nodded with renewed vigor. “Yeah, you’re right. We can’t just feel sorry for ourselves. He’s the one who went through hell, after all. Our job should be to smile and show him we will always care for him.”
Avery sniffled, having continuously cried for the past hour. “N-not me…Hunter hates me. I, like, almost killed him. He’ll never ever ever want to be friends with me again.”
Quinn, surprisingly, was the first to put a comforting hand on the normally excitable girl’s shoulder. “Hunter won’t hold this against you, Avery. You know he won’t. He’d want to see you smile right now.” She offered a rare smile to the saddened girl. “Now, why don’t we do what we can to help HIM smile?”
Avery sniffled again, wiped tears from her eyes, and then looked away. Taking a mental second to reorient herself, Avery turned back with a full, infectious grin. “You’re totes right! Thank you, Quinn!” She jumped to her feet and gave a quick affectionate peck to Quinn’s cheek, leaving a faintly glittery lip mark on the black-haired giantess’ face. Quinn froze in stunned surprise as Avery giggled.
Taking that as a sign to get to work, Morgan and Avery split off to begin preparations for Operation Christmas Re-do, with Quinn following suit a second later after shaking off Avery’s unexpected kiss attack. The three girls bustled around the living room and kitchen working their butts off all for your sake, while also keeping quiet to not disturb your sleep upstairs.
After two hours, preparations were finished, so Morgan headed to where you were sleeping to retrieve you. Rousing you gently from your slumber, she told you that there was a surprise waiting for you, and placed you delicately in her warm hands. She carried you downstairs to the living room, and as your eyes took in the sight before you, you were stunned and touched in equal measure.
The Christmas lights and decorations had doubled in quantity, and your opened presents were lying neatly on the coffee table. Beside them, three plates of a freshly baked and decidedly NOT man-shaped cookies were waiting, their pleasant scent wafting through the room. Christmas tunes were playing from a hot-pink speaker mounted on the wall. Quinn and Avery sat on the recliner and couch respectively, and smiled happily at you.
Wiping some tears from your eyes, you glanced at Morgan, who was also smiling warmly down at you. “What…is all this?”
“Christmas!” Morgan said simply, with a heartfelt laugh. “It might be December 26th for the rest of the country, but for you, mister Hunter, it’s December 25th again. Christmas, but dedicated entirely to you. Our way of saying sorry.”
Morgan set you down on the coffee table, then took her place on the couch beside Avery. The three giantesses stared down at you pleasantly and happily, radiating joy. You had never felt so wholly accepted and loved in your entire life, up until this moment. Surrounded by so much care, kindness, and selflessness, you almost broke down into sobs. Holding it together, you merely grinned back at your roommates.
“Thanks…you all. Thanks.” You said, choking up.
Beaming at you full-tilt, Avery giggled. “Well then, Hunter? What’s up first? This day is ALL about you!”
You glanced around the room, trying to think of a suitable answer to Avery’s question. What did you want to do first? As you pondered the option, you tried not to think about how all three of your curvy, beautiful roommates were leaning their gigantic bodies towards you, smiling happily, and eager to dedicate an entire day to you. It endeared you to each of them just that little bit further, but it was almost too much attention for a tiny like yourself to handle.
Finally, you reached a suitable answer.
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